The history of my relationship with my tent, in five parts:
Once I received the news from my doctor that there were no torn ligaments involved with my knee injury, I made plans to head into Bon Echo Provincial Park.
I don’t pretend to be a travel expert on Squamish, British Columbia. Nearly four years have passed since I last visited.
I said so long to my fellow photogs after a lovely weekend in a workshop shooting the fall colors.
Coffee. I awoke at 5:30 to the beautiful music of a river running from its source and all I could think about was coffee. Today we would hike, so I dressed accordingly and slathered on the sunscreen.
The rain hits the lush green canopy overhead. Pat. Pat pat pat pat. As its intensity increases so does the frequency with which droplets break through my leafy roof and splash on my nose.
Date: Saturday, September 24, 2016 Weather: 17 degrees Celsius, sunny Distance: ~9 kms of hiking to summit Silver Peak
You must be wondering why I’m posting autumn photos (and old, scanned ones at that) at the height of summer. p